Hot shadows

Today was the launch of a wonderful book. The author was replaced anonymously. And attribution was the name of the eternal system of human distribution. And the name of the book was “Tapasya”. It was the strangest book launch event by a famous publishing company. In which no one knew the author and no one from the author. But every word of this book was a picture of every breathing moment of life. There was something in the words of the book that fascinated the reader. This benefited the publishing company. And there was also the blessing of someone whose soul might also be involved in this ceremony. And will be dedicated to its success. She must have been smiling as she let out a sigh of relief from her soft lips. Today she will be satisfied that no one can stop her from reading the book. And she knew that even if no one knew her name, her words were hers. And how many people would have read his words and then felt themselves enchanted by those words. She also just wanted her thoughtful words to be read and appreciated in writing. But because of this desire, she went underground. And today her son fulfilled this mother’s wish. He thought that this desire of his mother would continue to haunt him till he died. Who was she An ordinary woman was an ordinary human being. But the environment in which she lived was very special. Where only male rule is accepted and known. She was not very literate but she knew how to write so much that she could put into words the thoughts of the person inside her. I don’t know how he became interested in reading and writing despite being under male rule. She didn’t even know it. But this writing calmed his restless soul and sometimes made him even more restless. At first the parents’ house heard that these girls are not interested. These are just fictional stories. The women who do this are not interested in the home bar. They make girls feel bad. Dreams of girls whose interpretation is always horrible. She also listens quietly to her parents and can’t say wrong. And every time she promised that she would now banish the thought and feeling from within herself forever. But she always failed. Then this ordinary woman married a special man who was another ruler of this society. He thought that perhaps this ruler was a little soft-hearted and did not consider the desire to write tweezers to be harmless. Sometimes she would be so frightened that it was a demon that clung to her and put a bhangra inside her in the form of words. And she screams and celebrates her failure. It was as if he were standing in the scorching sun, and the shadows were an integral part of every sunset. She was waiting for her share of the shadows. It seems she has been waiting for it for centuries and soon the shadows will be her lot. But this ruler, like the previous rulers, ended the story by declaring this work to be the work of such women that the women who do this work again rebel against the order of their ruler. And no ruler tolerates rebellion. So he was given the verdict. If you want to live in this kingdom, you have to refrain from rebellion, otherwise you will be expelled from this kingdom. Then his son was added to the kingdom. And now he felt that just now the shade has become my destiny which is a part of my existence. Today as I am protecting it from the sun, tomorrow it will also become a tree and shade me. She watched the plant grow into a tree and was proud of her good fortune. When the plant became a tree and his mother wanted to breathe a sigh of relief in his shade, he realized that he had indeed made the plant a strong tree. But what is the status of this bondage in front of the blood circulating in the tree and the lessons taught in the kingdom. The new ruler was also roaring, “Mother, what are you saying? Will your name be made public? This is against the principle of our kingdom.” And the one who was happy to get permission immediately. She went back to the world of silence. And finally my mind went to sleep under the dust. But as he was leaving, the key to a treasure was given to his son to open after death. When the son opened the treasure, the words written by this ordinary woman were trapped in the form of pages. No one knows when he wrote it or how he handled it. There was also a rak’ah written by the mother, in which it was requested to read once before burning them what stories of rebellion were written in them. He read them silently and thought of eliminating them so that his mother’s name would no longer be mentioned among the rebels after his death, but some unknown force prevented him from doing so. One day he decided to get rid of those chasing eyes and one day he quietly took the pages and sent an anonymous parcel to a publisher company. ۔ And today was the launch of that book. The publisher commented that this was a unique event in his life but the life stories written in these pages were written in such true words that he could not stop himself from publishing them. Today the ordinary wish of this ordinary woman was fulfilled. She had come under the shade of this tree, but it was a warm shade. But she was still busy praying for her son’s happiness when she met him